Wham!
Slammed into a rude awakening, a dazed Sirius once more groaned for breath, again flat on his back, but from the feel of it, on a much harder but still-yielding surface than that of the Muggle bed he'd been occupying just a second ago. Staring up in total bewilderment at the full moon high in the night sky, with this shining orb gleamingly illuminating the outdoor darkness, Sirius remained in his horizontal posture, as the man then wildly looked around himself.
He seemed to be on some kind of sandy beach, just a few feet from the shoreline. Pulling apart his feet to peer past the space between his boots, Sirius saw a fairly large body of calm water before himself, that looked to be just an ordinary lake with small forested hills rising about a mile or so further on at the edges of this piece of geology.
Wait. Boots?
Glancing down at the length of his body lying on the ground, Sirius saw that he was once more fully dressed in his suit that he'd been wearing while passing through the Veil, and that his wand was again firmly gripped in his right hand. As the wizard gaped into the distance due to his absolute shock at somehow being transported to wherever he was, out of the Muggle house where he'd had such a pleasant time for the last few hours, something then seen at the corner of Sirius' left eye managed to attract the dumbfounded man's attention.
Looking over, as he squinted at what was there a score of yards distant, Sirius managed to make out in the moonlight a straight, dark line of wooden pilings supporting a planked walkway that jutted out into the lake for about a hundred feet. The baffled wizard was still examining this pier, when three naked women then burst into sight from the shore, frantically running along the narrow structure, all while screaming in terror at the tops of their very healthy lungs.
A staring Sirius didn't move his head the slightest; only the man's eyes slowly shifted in their horizontal path as he very conscientiously tracked that singular occurrence, until the sprinting women skidded to a stop at the very end of the pier, every action of theirs being accompanied by the wild bouncing of their large, full breasts gloriously displayed to the world.
Gasping from their recent exertions (which caused their unknown witness to faintly whimper at observing the women's heaving chests), Marcie, Brenda, and Alice huddled together, as they simultaneously realized in absolute horror that they'd just trapped themselves out on the lake.
Just a few minutes ago, one of the three women had declared during their desultory card game together in their lodgings, that maybe they should have gone along tonight with the other male camp counselors to watch a football game on cable in the lake town a few miles from the camp, since they might as well have been bored there in the sports bar instead of also here right now in their cabin. Things had rapidly progressed after that grouchy complaint, into a giggling proposal by Alice naughtily suggesting a quick occasion of moonlit skinny-dipping. After all, they'd be totally sure that nobody here would have a chance of spying on them, what with all the guys gone, and a few days from now, when the summer camp for children opened, the whole place would be overrun by the little boogers.
Marcie had shown her sudden enthusiasm for that idea by getting up at once from the table and then stripping off her tight, braless t-shirt. Smirking at the startled others as she tossed her top onto the discarded cards on their table, that bare-breasted young woman merrily whooped to her friends, "Last one in the water's a rotten egg!" After those gleeful words, Marcie had spun around and dashed out of the cabin, causing the screen door to slam shut behind herself, accompanied by maniacal cackles floating through the air after that girl.
A pursuing Brenda and Alice had eventually caught up with Marcie, with all of them leaving behind a trail of their clothing, from their cabin to the lake, consisting of t-shirts, a pair of bras from the larger-busted duo, their gym shorts, and their panties. At the edge of the lake, a hurried race to see who'd get their sneakers and socks off first ended up in a dead heat and three naked, nubile bodies simultaneously leaping into the water.
The shock of the cool liquid of the lake against their goose-pimpled forms didn't put a damper upon the festivities right away, but after a few minutes of swimming and splashing each other, the girls laughingly agreed that enough was enough, and they waded back to the beach and up the sand, each displaying an impressive set of nipples erecti.
Giggling together, Brenda, Alice, and Marcie headed towards the shadowed spot under the trees ringing the lake where they'd left their footwear, in preparation for donning these to then make their way back to the cabin, while also collecting the rest of their tossed-away clothing.
The sneakers were…gone.
Halting in surprise at seeing only three pairs of their socks lying limply on the ground, it was Alice who stepped forward, bending down to reach out for one of her own foot coverings, while at the same time peering around for where the shoes must be, thinking that the women must have made a mistake in remembering where they'd left those. Alice's fingers were just about to touch the sock, when that object was abruptly trod under by a very large boot landing upon the cloth, with that girl's hand now brushing the leather of that boot.
Freezing in surprise for a moment, Alice then slowly looked up thick legs, a massive torso, and at the peak of this enormous man's body to where a head wearing a white hockey mask stared down at the nude girl cowering before him. In the depths of the eye-holes of that mask, there was the faintest glint of reflected moonlight, as sharp and cold and dead as the edge of the huge knife gripped in the right hand of Jason Voorhees.